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“That his wife, the woman that he loves beyond reason, has a hitman hell bent on taking her out for a million dollars and he doesn’t like it,” Sin said as he stood in the doorway. “What’s that face for?”
I frowned.
“What?” I asked in confusion.
He gestured to Hunt, who was once again awake.
He was glaring at Sin and Zach.
“She’s mine, assholes,” Hunt growled.
Then I was in between him and the bed rail.
My lips twitched as I tried to find a more comfortable position that didn’t have my lower back digging into the rail, and I wasn’t lying on any wires or tubes.
“She’s all yours, man.” Sin held up his hands. “I have my own anyway.”
Zach’s eyebrows lifted. “Do you?”
Sin scrunched up his nose. “I do.”
And he didn’t sound very happy about it.
“Sin has a baby mama,” Hunt sang. “Sin’s gonna be a dadddddyyyyy.”
Sin narrowed his eyes at Hunt. “Hunt…”
Hunt grinned wickedly before closing his eyes. “Yep. Daddy. Dad. Father. Antonym for mommy. That’s what you’ll be.”
Sin stood up. “How do you know?”
Hunt scrunched up his nose. “I know everything. Everything. Anything you say or do online is always going to be there for everyone to see. I totally stalked your girl. She was talking to an old friend online about how she was pregnant. Meant to tell you, but then this.”
He pointed at his head as if what had happened was just a minor inconvenience instead of a head injury that had the possibility of turning into a major one involving surgery.
“Fuck.” Sin pinched the bridge of his nose.
Without another word to Sin, he turned his head to me. “I want you to have the same name as me. It makes me want to punch people in the face with my Hulk fists when I hear them call you by your maiden name.”
My lips twitched.
“I’d just like you to know that it’ll take me like, two minutes, to change your name everywhere. Say the word, and it’s happening.” His head lolled to the side, making me soften.
“I’d like that,” I whispered.
“Done.”
Then he fell asleep.
I looked at Sin and Zach. “Okay. Now, go fix this hitman problem. Then we can work on Sin next.”
Sin looked like he’d rather run as far away as possible.
“I think we can handle that,” Lynn drawled from the doorway. “Only problem is, the guy’s dead. Along with his two companions.”
My mouth fell open.
“What?” I shrieked.
Hunt stirred in the bed, his eyes coming partially open before closing all over again.
I ignored him and focused on Lynn.
“Your aunt paid a visit. Apparently, she’s really good with a pistol. Video surveillance shows her shooting them all in quick succession from the landing.” Lynn shook his head. “One less opponent that we have to worry about, but sadly, the old one we had just became a lot more dangerous,” Lynn explained.
His explanation made my mouth fall open in horror.
“My aunt shot three men?” I gasped.
Lynn nodded. “She did. She was ‘disguised’ but she wasn’t disguised enough. I was at the gas station retrieving Hunt’s bike when I saw her vault the fence between parking lots. Curious to see what she would do, I followed her. Turns out, she’s a cold-blooded killer.”
“You just let her get away, boss?” Zach wondered.
Lynn gave him a ‘look.’
“No.” He shook his head. “I followed her here.”
My back stiffened.
“Where here?” I asked carefully.
Lynn pointed at the room across the hall.
“Apparently, while she was playing track and field, she hurt her ankle.” He pointed at the room across the hall. “She’s in that room right there.”
I couldn’t believe my ears.
“You’re shitting me,” I blinked, getting up and looking out.
Sure enough, that bitch was in the room across the hall from me.
“So not only did she kill the hitmen that she paid to take a hit out on me,” I said carefully. “But she sprained her ankle, went to the same hospital that I’m at, and is now right across the room from me, not able to run away?”
“That’s right,” Lynn confirmed.
I looked at the four men—Hunt who was now very much awake and tracking way better than he had been before.
“I need a phone.”
CHAPTER 21
It’s called ‘brunching’ because ‘epic day-drinking shit show’ doesn’t accurately reflect the adults we pretend to be.
-Text from Wyett to Six
HUNT
My head throbbed like a bitch, but walking my girl through hacking into her first phone? It was priceless and worth the headache that it was giving me.
“What now?” she asked softly.
“Now we plant a few ‘seeds’ of curiosity, make an anonymous phone call to the police about a noise disturbance, and wait for the magic to happen.” I rubbed my temple with one hand.
Man, my head sure did hurt.
“You can take your pain meds now,” she suggested, softly placing her cool hand on the other side of my head from the one I was holding.
